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"The Evening Gown"

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We went for the Hunt Of The Christmas Tree, and as our usual 'fun events' go, it was all full of arguments. Luckily there was free hot apple cider, and it made tolerance an easier task ( Read more... )

Sometimes things just seem to go faster, seem better, seem happier than they are when you've got someone to care for (who cares for you too).

The Christmas lights don't help.
Although I'm not the religious type, and I'm all about a commercialized Christmas, the lights and songs still make me go fuzzy. The corny "family values" bit added to it ( Read more... )

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Titler

"I hate myself, I wish I was dead, but I don't know how to do it. I'll take some pills, I'll hang myself; it's too confusing, screw it! So I'll live another daaaaaaaaaay, tomorrow I will say, I hate myself, I wish I was dead..."

He really has a phenomenal voice.

I am a fucking lunatic.

And everything is well.

Ignore previous post.

My imagination is lethal.